Well it all started when I shifted to Delhi. I took up admission in a prestigious college in North Campus, Delhi University (North Campus is the place where a lot of college are situated together).
Since I was from out of town, I took up a apartment in a place called Hudson Lines. It’s a place near North Campus. A lot of students who join colleges in north campus take up a place to live there.

It was the 15th of July 2002.. Can’t forget that day.. The events of that day went on to shape a lot of things in my future.
It was the day my college had opened it’s doors to the newcomers.. the Freshers.. & i was one of them..
I clearly remember the feeling I had when I first walked into college on that day.. it was one of nervousness as well as excitement. It was my first day in college and i was afraid I’d get ragged.. And as a matter of fact, I did land up getting ragged.., but it wasn’t bad, was kinda had fun, first singing & then dancing to someone else’s singing.. :oD

The 15 th of July was also the day I met her..

Who her..????

The girl who made me dress up as a girl for her.. not once, not twice, but umpteen times.
Her name was Neha. She was studying to be a fashion designer. Her college was in south delhi but she lived in Hudson lines. Earlier her elder sister who was working, was living with her, but then her sister had got transferred to Mumbai so she was living alone.

I met her in the evening of the 15th.
It was a lovely evening, so I had gone out for a walk in the park near my apartment, that’s where I met her. She was friends with someone who lived in the same building as me.

Neha is one charismatic girl.. She’s 5′ 7″ tall and loves wearing 4″ heels, which makes her stand tall at 5′ 11′, just as tall as I am. She’s slim with great vital stats ( 36-24-34 ). Is fair with long flowing black hair.. She was gorgeous.. Absolutely gorgeous..!
I remember thinking to myself, “God, she’s hot, i gotta be friends with her.”
What i later came to know was that she also knew how to use her beauty to get what she wanted. It turns out she was a really strong and dominating person.

Soon we became friends, pretty good friends. We used to frequently visit each others place and spend hours together talking about everything from food right down to sex. I guess we were very comfortable in each others company. So comfortable that any sexual attraction had died down.. :-(

July passed by, so did August & September.. It was in October when I first wore a dress.

It’s interesting how it all happened..

As u know Neha was studying fashion designing then (now she’s a designer and works in Amsterdam). One day when I was at her place watching TV, while lazing in her double bed, she came into the bedroom from the kitchen. She’d been on the phone for sometime, talking to a friend about her designing assignment. She walked in the room and kept her cell phone on the bed, went to the dresser and picked up a ruffle to tie her hair. I looked at her from where I lay, she saw me do so in the mirror of the dressing table. When she finished tying her hair, she turned to me and said, “U know something, you’d make a good model.”

I said : Yeah sure I would, all I need to do is work out for a few years and I’d be set for the modeling world.

She smiled and laughed.. there was some mischief in her laughter..

Neha : U could be one today itself, all u have to do is put on a sexy outfit, say a short skirt and a tube top.

I : Yeah, like that’s going to happen..!!!

Neha : You never know, what tomorrow might bring.

I : Yup, no one knows the future, but I know you’re not going to find me in a dress any day.

Neha just smiled and went to the kitchen.

A few days later, we were sitting in the living room watching TV. We started talking about something we saw & we both had opposing thoughts on the issue (wont be discussing the issue here). So we got into a wager/bet over it. The terms of which were, If I lost, I’d do whatever Neha wanted me to do and if she lost, she’d have to do whatever I told her to do. Seemed like a fair deal.

The next day in the evening, I went over to her place and to my dismay, I came to know I had lost the bet. As per the terms of it, I was to do whatever she said. I didn’t expect her to say anything radical, just thought she’d say something like, you’re going to treat me at barista or maybe something like we’re going to elevate, your treat.. And so, I was kind of ok about it. No major issues, I thought.

But what happened next, shook me up completely.

Neha said, you’re going to have a change in wardrobe. From now on you’ll be wearing what I tell u to, as long as I tell u to and whenever I tell u to.

I though to myself, I don’t have a bad dressing sense, I have good style. Good shirts, good t-shirts, good jeans and I wear them in good combinations too. Anyways, since she’s a designer maybe she’s got some style tips, so why not. I agreed to it.

Then she said, why don’t you change into something better now.

At that time I was wearing a sky blue polo (which happened to be my favorite polo) with blue jeans.

Anyways, I said, “Ok, What do u have in mind..??”

She said wait a minute, went into the bedroom.

Two minutes later she called out to me, “Come into the bedroom Mohit, I have something here that I’d like you to try.”

I walked into the room and there she was, standing next to the bed. On the bed was a dress. It was a black dress, one of those little black dresses that women love to wear. It was something like the one in the pic below. It had narrow straps with an asymmetrical bottom.

Neha : Oh yes u are..! U lost the bet fair and square. You have to wear what I tell u to wear.

Me : I may have lost the bet and agreed to wear what u tell me to wear, but I’m not wearing girls clothes. I thought u were going to make me dress up in menswear, in color combinations of your choice.!

Neha : Then u thought wrong. Your fault…!

I said you’ll wear what I tell you to wear. It may be anything I want you to wear. You don’t get to chose. I get to choose.

Now put on the dress.

She extended the hand in which she had the dress for me to take it from her. I was still not taking it from her.

She then came closer and placed the dress on my shoulder, and said in a stern voice, “Put it on..!A bet is a bet..!You lost it and now u have to rise up to the occasion. Wear the dress.”

I guess I was making a sullen face. It must have been really red.

I remember coz Neha then said, with a chuckle, “And it seems like u won’t need any makeup either, your face is already red.”

I just stood there, not knowing how to get out of it. I knew Neha wouldn’t let me off the hook easily. She always gets what she wants, I remembered.

Her voice shook me out of my thoughts, “Are u going to change into the dress by yourself or should I help u undress and get into your new attire…”

I resisted again, trying out all the excuses I could come up with but none stood their ground. Neha was to have her way, come what may.

I had no option but to give up, and so, I finally gave in.

She left the room and I started to undress myself, just then she shouted out from the living room, “And don’t forget to put on the bra and panty on the bed.”

I thought to myself.. What..! Hell no.. it’s bad enough I have to put on a dress, now this too.. I’m not going to wear any lingerie.

Just as I was thinking so, I heard her voice again, “You better wear them or else I’m gonna have to pull down your boxers and put on those panties on you myself..”

Something in her voice assured me she wasn’t kidding.

I undressed myself completely, put on the black bra and black panty. Had some trouble with the bra, but then got the hang of it. Wore the dress and came outside the bedroom. Neha was sitting on the couch in the living room.

Looking at me, Neha smiled & said, “My baby, u look like a model in the making. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make u look better than any model. Come and sit next to me sweetie.”

It was then that I felt assured that this wasn’t going to be a one time affair, it’s going to be something that I’m going to be doing again and again..

Well, the first time I wore a dress I hadn’t waxed my hands n legs.. To say the least, I wasn’t looking all that pretty.. I simply looked like a guy in a dress..

Neha had hinted the day I wore the black dress itself that I would be putting on a dress often now. She had also hinted that I should look more feminine the next time I put on one.

The second time I wore a dress was just one day after I had wore it the first time.. This time too I wore the same dress.. But now she had made me wear black pantyhose too, to cover the hair I had on my legs and make me look more feminine..

Here’s how it went..

I was feeling a bit awkward the next day after I wore the dress for the first time, so didn’t pay Neha a visit.. But I did go to see her the day after. She was all smiles too see me. She came up to me and gave me a nice warm hug and said that I looked good. Then she took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Opened up her closet and took out the same dress, and said, today I’m gonna make u look even better.. Then she took out a pair of black pantyhose and said, today you’re gonna wear this too..

I must have been making quite a face, coz she said, “Baby, no point making such a long face, u know you’re gonna have to wear it, so might as well enjoy it, I know I’m gonna enjoy u in a dress.”

With a heavy heart, and a sinking feeling, one that of loosing control, I tried to resist further, but I knew I wasn’t going to win against her, so gave up and proceeded to wear the dress.. she’d already taken out the bra and panty I was to wear. I started to undress, this time around she decided to stick around in the room. I told her she can leave & that I’ll wear it all, to which she replied, “I know u will baby.. now come on.. keep undressing.” She wasn’t gonna leave the room. I thought to myself, she’s gonna see me naked sometime, might as well be today. I took off all items of clothing I had on and she helped me put on the bra, I wore the panty and then the pantyhose. Slipped into the black dress and then stood in front of the mirror to see myself and then turned towards her to inspect me to her satisfaction.

She seemed pleased..

Asked me to sit on the bed, then took something out of the drawer.. It was a lipstick.. She opened its cap and told me to pout.. I did as she said..In a few seconds I had red lipstick on my lips..

She also had arranged for some heel shoes for me to wear.. Which I put on.. The heels weren’t too high but I still had some trouble moving around. Neha said “It’ll take some time to get the hang of it, but once you do, Mohit (Yup, that’s my name) and heel shoes would be inseparable.”

Going over to Neha’s had become synonymous with wearing a dress. She would not leave any opportunity to put me in a dress. And if I didn’t go to her place, she’d land up at my place with something for me to dress up in. Over the next few days I wore quite some stuff, from skirts to capris to slacks.. from spaghetti tops to tube tops to cholis. I had also been wearing more and more makeup.. from just lipstick before, now I was wearing blush and mascara, eyeliner and nail polish too.

Then one day Neha said, “Mohit I want u to take the next step, I want you to have smooth sexy skin, just like me.. I Want u to get your body waxed. I don’t want to see any hair on your body from your neck downwards.

I was astound.. didn’t know what to say. I had heard getting waxed hurts a lot, and getting my entire body waxed would definitely hurt quite a bit.

I tried to get myself out of it by saying that I couldn’t get one done outside, at any saloon. She said not to worry, she’d already thought of that, “ Don’t worry baby, I’ll be giving u a good body wax. You won’t have to go out for it.”

The next time I came around to her place, she had bought one of those home waxing kits. And she asked me to get all naked and on the bed.. I wasn’t too excited but I also know that there wasn’t any way out so didn’t put up any resistance.. To say the least it was one painful session.. She was good at it, but getting waxed for the first time sure hurt a lot. :-(

And particularly, getting my penis and my balls waxed hurt even more.. the hair there wasn’t coming off that easily so she kept applying wax and the strips there again and again. That really hurt..!!

After getting a body wax, I was hurting bad.. She gave me a painkiller and sent me back home.. At home I looked at my silky smooth body in the mirror and remember thinking that I look rather sexy and very feminine.. I guess the end result wasn’t bad at all.. Except for the red spots I had all over my body, which I figured out would go away in a day or two.

There was a marked difference in the way I looked now, when I turned all girly.. I looked so much better, so much more feminine, so much sexier…

Some time had passed by and I started liking being Neha’s Barbie doll.. :oD lolzz..

I got to admit, I was having fun and actually looking forward to dressing up at times.. Whenever I would be free for the whole day I’d spend it with Neha at her place, all dressed up, in full makeup.. Neha too was having a gr8 time. She always used to look forward to me coming over. She’d always try to find me something new to wear. Would try different looks on me.. different kinds of make up too. Sometimes she’d dress me up as a school girl

..and sometimes let me roam around in a bikini and high heels..

Then one day when she knew I was comfortable in lingerie, she said.. “Why don’t you wear a bra all day long.. why take it off at all..”

Now, I loved wearing lace bra’s and panties, had some really nice sets in colors like red, purple, lime green, wine red, pink and even black.. I just couldn’t get enough of them..! lol.. :o)

And getting to wear them all the time sounded like a sexy thing to do..

I would always change into a bra and a panty whenever I would become feminine, but didn’t wear it otherwise. I thought for a while and then agreed as it was winters and I would be wearing loads of clothes.. Sweatshirts, jackets and all..\ So even if I wore it inside no one would come to know. That night I didn’t take off my bra and my panty either.

Next day when I went off to college I wore a matching set of bra and panty under my clothes. It made me feel a bit nervous but excited too at the same time.

Now whenever I would speak to Neha on the phone, she’d ask if I was wearing my lingerie. Once when I wasn’t and she asked, I told her I wasn’t wearing any, she got really angry and started scolding me.. After that I always wore it. Whenever she’d meet me outside the house she’d run her hand on my back to feel the bra strap. When I’d go to her place or she’d come to mine, the first thing she’d do was to make me show her my bra as well as my panty.

I was instructed not to take off my bra even when I went off to sleep. In effect I was wearing a bra 24×7. She’d even call at night sometimes and ask me if was wearing my bra and if she should come and check. At times when she would be askin, the doorbell would ring and she’d be outside & would immediately ask me to show her my bra to make sure i was wearing one.

In any case I was also going to Neha’s place everyday or she was coming over to my place. So I landed up showing my inners to her everyday.

Because of wearing a bra at all times, I had started to develop breasts. Neha was very happy and excited to see the development of my chest into breasts. She’d say, one day you’re gonna have big breasts..!

She’d make me take off my bra and then she’d massage a cream into them. I don’t exactly know which cream it was, but I think it was a breast enlargement cream. I let her play around with my then small breasts..I liked them too.. They made me look so much more sexier. I’d look at them and feel then when ever I took a shower or otherwise too.

In a few months time I had developed some really nice breasts. Check out the picture below to see for yourself..

The day I had always dreaded had finally come. I had always feared that Neha would one day tell me to go out as a girl. All dressed up with full makeup on.

Neha one fine day said, “We’re going out clubbing tonight.”

I said “Ok, what time..?”

Neha replied, we’ll leave around 10..

and then she dropped the Bomb.. “And I have the perfect dress for u tonight.. You’re gonna look as hot as any other girl if not sexier..”

I was petrified.. I said, “I’m not gonna go out as a girl.. No no, not at all..”

Neha said, “Don’t be silly baby, you’re gonna look fabulous and no one is gonna know.”

Despite her constant reassurance, I wasn’t comforted and tried my level best to get out of it.. so much so that I was to join her at her place for dinner before leaving and I didn’t go. She on the other hand landed up at my place with clothes and makeup for me.. I could see that she was rather angry at my not turning up at her place.. She stormed in and said, “You think you can get out of it that easily.. Not a chance..!! Get dressed right now..!”

Before u know it, my clothes were off, I was standing in front of her in my lingerie.

She had got for me a very feminine white mini skirt with lace bordering & a body hugging off shoulder lace top. It looked really sexy.

I was instructed to wear a white bra and matching white panties, which I did, and then put on the dress. I looked really sexy.

I also had matching white stilettos in pencil heels to go with it. I had transformed into a very sexy girl, all thanks to Neha. Love u baby for that.. :*)

Looking so hot definitely made me less conscious about going out all dressed up, but I was still very nervous, What if someone comes to know that I’m a guy & not really a girl..!

I put on my makeup and my wig. I was wearing pink lipstick. Had put on mascara and silver eyeliner coupled with a copperish shade of eye-shadow. Silver color nail polish, big round clip on earrings, and 2 rings on my fingers.

Neha jokingly said, “Baby, u look so hot tonight, you could pick up any guy you wanted at the club.” To which I could only smile.. :o)

She gave me a hug and we set out for the club..

What a night it was..!!!

Note : The Photograph you see above is not what i had worn to the club that night. It’s just another one of my photographs.

Everything that happened wasn’t all candy floss.. There was a lot happening underneath too.. I was forced into feminization although after a while I gave up resisting as I felt it was of no use. Come what may, Neha always got her way, got whatever she wanted. I guess that’s what u call dominance. What she said was to be done, that too the way she wanted it to be.

She wanted me to dress up as a girl, so I did..

She wanted me to wear lingerie all the time, so I did..

She wanted to feminize me, make me a girl, so I became one for her..

Neha used to show me pictures of feminized guys and sissys as well as trannies. Regular erotica was replaced with pictures and videos of feminized/sissified guys, ladyboys and trannies. She used to ensure that I at least went through the pictures everyday if not the videos. After dressing up as a girl when I was at her place she would turn on the laptop and watch the pictures with me. She’d time and again say, you’re gonna be so much more sexier then them, you’re gonna look so gorgeous. You’ll see, one day you’re gonna have bigger breasts then them. She was constantly engaged in trying to stimulate my desire to become a “Chick with a dick”. She’d say, you’re gonna be better then the rest, you’re gonna have breasts as well as a dick. You’re going to be the most beautiful boy girl package. Saying so, she’d give me a heart warming smile & a kiss assuring me that it was what I wanted to be.

Over a period of time.. I found myself desiring to be more and more feminine..

It was a happy as well as a sad day.. the day I came to know that Neha had bagged a job abroad. She got a job as a designer in an Amsterdam based company and was to leave for Amsterdam in less than a month’s time. I was happy for her as she was going to go far in life, but at the same time I knew it was unlikely that I’d get to see her anytime soon after she left.

What followed in the days to come wasn’t all smiles and joy.. there was some of it (mostly from Neha), but yeah there were quite some sad moments too.

I really wanted her to stay, but she had to go.. Such is life.. You don’t always get what you want.

Won’t talk much about the time that led to the day she left.

I still remember the goodbye.. That sad goodbye..!

Neha walking away & me looking at her leave. She turned & waved at me, passed a smile, as she walked into the airport through the airport doors.

That was the last I saw of her.

We stayed in touch for a while by e-mail and messenger but slowly we both got busy in our own lives, and just lost touch.